the big 2-0
it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to.
i got a roll of michigan quarters from tom already today. it's gonna be a good day.
birthdays are such strange days. i feel odd, like i'm waiting for something big. but really, what else big can happen other than birth? death is the next truly huge thing. a birthday is just commemorating that brilliant day of birth.
i think every other day is more important. because there is no particular expectation of it.
it's just weird.
maybe we should also celebrate the date of conception. although, i suppose, it could be tricky to figure out, unless they specifically remember it. mine must have been in july or august. and it would be awkward to ask. but still, doesn't it seem grand? the day that your parents consummated and you came about. it would be kind of interesting to know the background of it. what they were feeling, why they did. was it more incredible than any other time? did mom feel it? i dunno, i guess i'm a weirdo. i believe some things like that.
i'm 20 today. what an odd age. two decades old. no longer a teenager, but not really an adult either. so awkward. between two things.
anyways, though. i can feel myself in transition. i really want to get my masters in family counseling, or gerontology. i've been thinking out my future so much lately, and dancing to brilliant songs.
happy birthday tooo mee.
i think they should celebrate a mother's first birth too. it's like, my birthday was when my mother became a mother. that is also a birth of something. it's sooo weird to think about
it's also weird because i think that my grandma will be calling me, telling me to live it up. calling me in the middle of class just to wish me a happy birthday. then, bring me out to dinner. i don't even need that verification to know that she's thinking about me. it's odd, how convinced i am.
i got a roll of michigan quarters from tom already today. it's gonna be a good day.
birthdays are such strange days. i feel odd, like i'm waiting for something big. but really, what else big can happen other than birth? death is the next truly huge thing. a birthday is just commemorating that brilliant day of birth.
i think every other day is more important. because there is no particular expectation of it.
it's just weird.
maybe we should also celebrate the date of conception. although, i suppose, it could be tricky to figure out, unless they specifically remember it. mine must have been in july or august. and it would be awkward to ask. but still, doesn't it seem grand? the day that your parents consummated and you came about. it would be kind of interesting to know the background of it. what they were feeling, why they did. was it more incredible than any other time? did mom feel it? i dunno, i guess i'm a weirdo. i believe some things like that.
i'm 20 today. what an odd age. two decades old. no longer a teenager, but not really an adult either. so awkward. between two things.
anyways, though. i can feel myself in transition. i really want to get my masters in family counseling, or gerontology. i've been thinking out my future so much lately, and dancing to brilliant songs.
happy birthday tooo mee.
i think they should celebrate a mother's first birth too. it's like, my birthday was when my mother became a mother. that is also a birth of something. it's sooo weird to think about
it's also weird because i think that my grandma will be calling me, telling me to live it up. calling me in the middle of class just to wish me a happy birthday. then, bring me out to dinner. i don't even need that verification to know that she's thinking about me. it's odd, how convinced i am.